Male: Not much is known about the civilization that once spanned across what is now a sea of rust. It's history has been lost to time and to oxidation. What is for certain, is that it's technology and culture predates the civil war by a few millenia. Rumors persist, though unsubstantiated, of a massive explosion being the cause that abruptly ended all sentient life there, and created the sea of rust. Whether this explosion was an accident of some lost technology, or the result of a hostile...
Jazz: Cliffjumper! We gotta move! That rust storm is picking up again!
Cliff: Jazz, look out! Jazz? Jazz! Do you read me? Scrap! He fell right into a Decepticon patrol! Jazz? You there? Don't worry, buddy. I'm coming.
Jazz: Cliff, you there?
Cliff: Glad to hear you're still functioning.
Jazz: I've been downed. I'm gonna need some help.
Robotic Voice: Intruder escape. Activate approach.
Jazz: Shoot you over my coordinates?
Cliff: Nah, I got 'em. On my way.
Jazz: Cliffjumper! The guard's nearly on top of me.
Guard: Don't move, Autobot. I know there were two of you. Where is your partner?
Jazz: Partner? No, no. I was just down here for a little...
Cliff: Knock knock! You're welcome!
Jazz: That was close! You think you can lift this thing off me?
Cliff: I'm no Ironhide. But I get the job done.
Jazz: Storm's clearing. We're gonna have 'cons at our position in no time. Quick, follow me!
Cliff: Needed that!
Jazz: Oh, yeah!
Cliff: What the frack are those?
Male: ...coming with me!
Male 2: [inaudible 00:06:04] got the guts!
Male 3: I'm gonna mess you up!
Cliff: This looks tricky.
Jazz: Nice job, Cliff.
Cliff: Scrap. It looks like it caved in.
Jazz: I got this one.
Cliff: Show off. Can you lift that thing?
Cliff: Let me have it. Wow. Grimlock?
Cliff: Why do you suppose Grimlock came out here, anyway?
Jazz: Probably after the same thing the 'cons are after. Whatever that is. Nobody's heard from Grimlock or his team since.
Cliff: Grimlock has a team?
Jazz: They call themselves...eh...the Lightning Strikers, something or other.
Cliff: That's terrible. Jazz, look.
Jazz: Huh...interesting. This facility is collecting the toxic byproduct of energon refining. There must be an energon supply nearby.
Cliff: You picking any energy readings up?
Jazz: Uh...storm is still mucking my signal, but...Cliff! I'm detecting a faint distress signal. It's Autobot!
Cliff: Distress signal's coming from that pit.
Jazz: You mean the one they're sealing up like a safe?
Cliff: We need to find a way to open it.